Oh, the twinkling bright lights above,
And all the attention it brings.
Ripping and eating the colorful wrapping,
Who could ask for more beautiful things.
Maybe less of the bearded man,
And no more dressing up.
That flashy thing that’s always here,
Can it please be put up?
Mommy’s crying happy tears,
Daddy’s rolling his eyes,
Brother is running in high gears,
And the table is full of mince pies.
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